"I, my hand hurts."
"Don't tie it so tightly."
Xing Ze's face changed, and he stared at the dimmed phone screen.
This voice... is gentle.
He couldn't have heard it wrong.
tie…
Xing Ze's face was sullen, Wen Qing must have had an accident, that's why he called the police station to contact him.
He picked up the car keys, ran out the door in one stride, and dialed Xiao Chen's phone at the same time.
The moment the phone was connected, Xing Ze said quickly: "Call out Song Xuan's file, hurry up."
Hearing the anxiety in Xing Ze's tone, Xiao Chen clattered on the keyboard to investigate Song Xuan's information.
"Eighteen years old, male, studying in Dezhi Middle School, Grade 3 Class 1, his father is Song Zong, who belongs to Song's real estate—"
Xing Ze pressed the elevator down to the second floor, frowned and interrupted: "Not to mention his parents, where does he usually live?"
"Let me see." Xiao Chen paused, called up the real estate information, and after a while, reported the address, "Nancheng Community, Building 10, Unit 10, 1104."
Xing Ze ran into the underground garage and started the car.
"Brother Xing, have you contacted him?" Xiao Chen couldn't help asking, "What happened to call you?"
Xing Ze was silent for a moment, without explanation, turned the steering wheel, and said to Xiao Chen, "It's dead."
"Don't wait, wait, wait," Xiao Chen said quickly, "Are you going to find him?"
Xing Zhe responded.
Xiao Chen quickly said: "He should not be where he lives at the moment."
"Probably at school."
Xing Zuo paused with his fingertips and glanced at the date: "Today is the weekend."
"That's right," Xiao Chen replied, and said again, "but he is studying in Dezhi Middle School Senior Three Class One. I heard from my cousin that this Class One stays in school on weekends from Senior One to Senior Three. .”
"Make-up classes are not allowed in the city." Xing Ze frowned, stepped on the accelerator, and turned to Dezhi Middle School.
Xiao Chen: "Yeah, isn't this working quietly?"
After finishing speaking, he said again: "Song Xuan's bedroom is 401 in Building 3."
"Brother Xing, could it be that something happened in the school?" After speaking, Xiao Chen was a little worried, and hurriedly asked, "Do you want to send some more people?"
Xing Ze said in a deep voice, "I'll go first."
"Check again to see if Song Xuan and Ji Sheng are in contact."
Xiao Chen was startled, and immediately checked the information in response.
Xing Ze stared at the road ahead and accelerated the speed.
He pursed his lips tightly, thinking of Wen Qing's words just now, his heart beat faster and faster, and his face became more and more serious.
"Have you found it?"
After a few minutes, Xiao Chen said, "I found it, I found it."
"Ji Sheng and Song Xuan lived in the same community and the same school, and they also participated in a city-level knowledge competition together."
"When I investigated Ji Sheng three years ago, I basically investigated all his friends, and Song Xuan was not among them. It should be just an ordinary classmate relationship."
Xiao Chen asked curiously: "Do you suspect that Song Xuan was also involved in that case?"
"Is there a new case? Did he imitate Ji Sheng?"
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "No, no, don't guess."
The second after he was about to hang up the phone, Xiao Chen couldn't help asking the last question: "Brother Xing, could it be because of Wen Qing?"
Xing Ze paused for a while, then whispered to Xiao Chen: "I heard his voice."
The other end of the phone fell silent, and after a while, Xiao Chen's cautious voice came: "Brother, are you experiencing auditory hallucinations?"
"Well... don't reject the psychiatrist just because of the quarterly prison. There are always more good people than bad people in this world."
Xingxuan: "..."
"Bye."
After finishing speaking, Xing Ze directly hung up Xiao Chen's phone and called Song Xuan again.
No one answered.
After a while, the other party turned off the phone directly.
Xing Ze frowned, and stepped on the gas pedal to the end.
...
"What am I going to do?" Song Xuan looked at Fu Ranxiu seriously.
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and said flatly, "It's the same as them."
"Write down your name and date of birth."
The same as other students doing business three years ago
Wen Qing was so frightened that her face turned slightly pale, and she quickly called 001 in her heart: [System, system, are you there?]
001 responded: [I am here.]
Wen Qing asked nervously: [I, I won't be left behind, right?]
001 was quiet for a while, and said slowly: [Similar cases have not occurred, so we cannot be sure.]
Its voice was cold, different from the usual voice, with a little anger.
But this time, Wen Qing didn't pay attention to 001's emotions at all, her mind was full of whether she was going to be the first guinea pig, right
He doesn't want to stay in this world!
Seeing Song Xuan pick up the pen and paper, Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly shouted: "Song Xuan!"
Song Xuan's pen stopped and turned his head to look at him.
Wen Qing took a deep breath, her brain turned rapidly, and said to him: "Don't be impulsive."
"Now let you bully others, what if, what if he asks you to kill someone?"
Song Xuan sneered, and looked at Wen Qing deeply: "Do I look like a good person?"
"So what if a few people die?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, Song Xuan's attitude towards him during this period of time caused him to forget that Song Xuan was a school bully and didn't care about other people's life or death at all.
Seeing Song Xuan's nonchalant expression, Wen Qing stammered, "You, you will be arrested..."
"It's against the law and you're going to jail."
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu, and said with a sneer, "Don't worry, even if I need to kill people, someone will go to jail for me."
"I won't leave you to Fu Ranxiu." Song Xuan's eyes darkened again.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, realizing that he had said something wrong.
Song Xuan can no longer be provoked now.
He pursed his lips and said tentatively, "But don't you want to end it..."
"You, think about Huangmao and the others, aren't they, aren't they your friends?"
Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "It will be over in two months."
"They can wait."
Wen Qing now understood that Song Xuan couldn't listen to her own words.
The only thing that can be used now is the prop "Unable to be Sexy", even if he uses it, Song Xuan still has the strength to write...
Suddenly, a hand touched his face.
Song Xuan leaned in front of him, staring at him closely with his dark brown eyes, and gently stroking his face with his fingertips.
"You don't want to stay, do you?"
The hot breath brushed across his cheeks, Wen gently pursed his lips, not daring to speak.
Of course he doesn't want to, this is not his world.
Song Xuan chuckled, and rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately: "It's okay."
"I'll think about it later."
After finishing speaking, Song Xuan quickly wrote down his name and date of birth on the paper, and threw it to Fu Ranxiu: "Hurry up, Huang Yi and the others won't be able to stop Jiang Yan for long."
Fu Ranxiu took the note, put the angel sculpture in front of him, and spoke slowly.
What he spoke was not Chinese, not English, nor like any language in the world, with a strange rhythm.
Wen Qing didn't understand, but felt that the tone was familiar, which was similar to Heiwei's words at that time.
After Fu Ranxiu's words fell, a gust of wind rose in the dormitory, and the temperature dropped several degrees suddenly.
Wen Qing couldn't help shivering, and looked at Fu Ranxiu with wide eyes.
The angel sculpture on the table moved, the wings on its back trembled slightly, every feather was trembling, and the wings raised slightly, like a bird spreading its wings.
With the flapping of the wings, the dormitory was gusty, cold and icy, and a chill crawled up the body from the soles of the feet.
Wen gently pinched his palms, his lips lost their color.
Soon, the eyelids of the angel sculpture trembled, and it slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of human-like black and white eyes.
The eyeballs slowly turned, from Fu Ranxiu's face to Wen Qing's.
It looked at Wen Qing, and then, a low laugh sounded in the dormitory.
The very familiar laughter belonged to Ji Yu.
Wen Qing's eyes went dark, and she watched Fu Ranxiu's white note burning out of thin air, and the ashes fell slowly, and disappeared completely the moment they touched the desk.
Fu Ranxiu rubbed his fingertips, touched his upper lip to his lower lip, and was about to speak.
One second before he spoke, Wen Qing hurriedly called him: "Fu Ranxiu."
"You, you are wrong."
Fu Ranxiu pursed her lips and turned her head to look at him.
Wen Qing didn't know what to say, he just wanted to delay the time, waiting for Jiang Yan, waiting for Xingxuan, waiting for anyone to arrive.
He racked his brains and said to Fu Ranxiu, "Don't you think there is something wrong with this deal?"
"You want to help others, but he lets others bully transfer students and participate in campus violence. How can this be considered helping?"
"They are involved in school violence now, and maybe they will be involved in other similar things in the future..."
Fu Ranxiu rolled his eyelids, his expression indifferent: "This is their opportunity and their training."
"It's their own inadequacy that they can't resist the temptation, and they deserve to be eliminated by the fittest."
Wen Qing didn't know what to say, he didn't understand Fu Ranxiu.
"But, but..." He opened his mouth, trying to delay the time.
Before saying a word, Fu Ranxiu seemed to know what he was going to do, and said, "It's useless."
Wen Qing was startled for a moment, then saw the sky gradually darken, dark clouds covered the sun, the wind blew up, the trees outside the building were shaken crazily, the leaves rustled and fell and floated into the dormitory.
[Attention all players, the dungeon is being upgraded.]
[Attention all players, the dungeon is being upgraded.]
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, and immediately asked 001: [What, what does this mean?]
001's voice was as cold as ice: [The dungeon has unstoppable power and is being upgraded.]
Wen Qing's eyes turned black, it's over.
Could it be that Ji Yu is coming
Wenshi can go from a normal human-level dungeon to a strange dungeon, so is it going to be upgraded to a god-level dungeon now
Ji Yu will not let him go, so it is even more impossible to reach a deal with Song Xuan.
Wen Qing hurriedly said to Fu Ranxiu: "You, you stop quickly..."
He was so anxious that he was about to cry, and said in a trembling voice, "He won't make a deal with you."
"Don't believe his nonsense."
Listening to his words, Song Xuan frowned slightly and looked outside.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and a black vortex appeared in the sky on the top of the three buildings, and it was getting bigger and bigger, as if something terrible was about to happen.
This was not the case three years ago.
Song Xuan looked down at the sculpture on the table, and saw that its dead white body gradually had the luster of human skin, as if it was about to come alive, and its dark eyes stared straight at Wen Qing.
In his eyes was the possessiveness he was familiar with.
has a problem.
Song Xuan's face darkened.
In the next second, the bedroom door was kicked open vigorously.
Standing at the door, Xing Ze looked at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu in the bedroom expressionlessly, and slowly raised his gun: "Hold your head in your hands, and squat down against the wall."
"Don't make me say it a second time."